Todd, Josh, and Holly were always the best at everything. They invented angles and hummus. Two thirds of angles remained acute; the other third became obtuse; and none were right angles. Two thirds of the hummus became cheesy; the other third became plain; and none was garlic and herb hummus.

In The End

Todd bent all obtuse angles reflex and sent Josh to prepare the hummus. He added garlic and herbs to the cheesy hummus and sent Holly to cook Paninis at 90 degrees. Plain hummus is useless. The Paninis gave reflex angles the third degree and they were burned with plain hummus.

]]>https://transwriter.wordpress.com/2008/01/24/2-stories-by-david/feed/0Christie BelleTrue Love by Robinhttps://transwriter.wordpress.com/2008/01/22/true-love-by-robin/
https://transwriter.wordpress.com/2008/01/22/true-love-by-robin/#commentsTue, 22 Jan 2008 05:57:01 +0000http://transwriter.wordpress.com/2008/01/22/true-love-by-robin/She told him she wanted to marry him. He laughed and told her he was sure she would find someone better. She laughed at that funny idea. He told her he loved her. She got quiet. He offered her ice cream. The world of daughter and daddy was whole again.
]]>https://transwriter.wordpress.com/2008/01/22/true-love-by-robin/feed/1Christie BelleA Snake Passed Through by Robinhttps://transwriter.wordpress.com/2008/01/22/a-snake-passed-through-by-robin/
https://transwriter.wordpress.com/2008/01/22/a-snake-passed-through-by-robin/#commentsTue, 22 Jan 2008 05:56:22 +0000http://transwriter.wordpress.com/2008/01/22/a-snake-passed-through-by-robin/A snake passed through the yard near him and he watched it move without being afraid. He hid when his mother passed that same way. Looking out from behind the bush as she passed, he hoped the snake was still nearby. It seems the snake was hiding from her too.
]]>https://transwriter.wordpress.com/2008/01/22/a-snake-passed-through-by-robin/feed/1Christie BelleIt’s the Way Things Go, Most Times by Michaelhttps://transwriter.wordpress.com/2008/01/19/its-the-way-things-go-most-times-by-michael/
https://transwriter.wordpress.com/2008/01/19/its-the-way-things-go-most-times-by-michael/#respondSat, 19 Jan 2008 05:08:31 +0000http://transwriter.wordpress.com/2008/01/19/its-the-way-things-go-most-times-by-michael/Susan stroked the tabby’s tufted back.He nuzzled his little bullet head into her jeans. Then he twisted onto his back, all frantic, searching claws and kicking legs.She let her hand go limp, and he glared up at her, suddenly still, ears back.

She stroke him some more, anyway.

]]>https://transwriter.wordpress.com/2008/01/19/its-the-way-things-go-most-times-by-michael/feed/0Christie BelleDeath came on a Wednesday by Sarahhttps://transwriter.wordpress.com/2008/01/19/death-came-on-a-wednesday-by-sarah/
https://transwriter.wordpress.com/2008/01/19/death-came-on-a-wednesday-by-sarah/#respondSat, 19 Jan 2008 05:08:15 +0000http://transwriter.wordpress.com/2008/01/19/death-came-on-a-wednesday-by-sarah/This story isn’t long, because I found it as it was ending. By the time that we got there, the wailers had dried their tears and hidden their laments. We were forced to cry two minutes too late, and the falling snow failed to lift the corners of our mouths.
]]>https://transwriter.wordpress.com/2008/01/19/death-came-on-a-wednesday-by-sarah/feed/0Christie BelleAn Unfortunate Situation by Adamhttps://transwriter.wordpress.com/2008/01/19/an-unfortunate-situation-by-adam/
https://transwriter.wordpress.com/2008/01/19/an-unfortunate-situation-by-adam/#commentsSat, 19 Jan 2008 05:07:54 +0000http://transwriter.wordpress.com/2008/01/19/an-unfortunate-situation-by-adam/I crept through the woods, bb gun in hand, wishing to make a trophy out of a squirrel. I saw one scurry across the tree limbs, and fall into the dry brown leaves. As he ran I took a shot at him. I missed it and hit a hibernating bear!
]]>https://transwriter.wordpress.com/2008/01/19/an-unfortunate-situation-by-adam/feed/1Christie BelleThe Guest by Jennihttps://transwriter.wordpress.com/2008/01/19/the-guest-by-jenni/
https://transwriter.wordpress.com/2008/01/19/the-guest-by-jenni/#respondSat, 19 Jan 2008 05:07:34 +0000http://transwriter.wordpress.com/2008/01/19/the-guest-by-jenni/You. Me. A bottle of merlot. I know it’s not your type, but it’s all I’ve got. A bottle of merlot and questions I’ve been saving for your return. I guess I had more than I thought I did. But you knew that, didn’t you? Cheers. So why did you…?
]]>https://transwriter.wordpress.com/2008/01/19/the-guest-by-jenni/feed/0Christie BelleThe Break by Christiehttps://transwriter.wordpress.com/2008/01/10/the-break/
https://transwriter.wordpress.com/2008/01/10/the-break/#respondThu, 10 Jan 2008 15:41:09 +0000http://transwriter.wordpress.com/2008/01/10/the-break/Sylvia walked away because she felt betrayed. Howard shut the door behind her as if to say, “Good Riddance.” He never told anyone that he missed her, only pretended that he was alright living alone. Somewhere inside, Sylvia knew he’d want her back, but she decided never to call again.
]]>https://transwriter.wordpress.com/2008/01/10/the-break/feed/0Christie Belle